Destiny is ashes

Chapter 696 I can’t hold it in any longer
The ideas of other sects, and even the traitors from the Demonic World, were relatively simple. In short, they could not let An Jing remain so invincible. They had to let him reveal some flaws so that they could target him.

But what the Tianyi Demon Cult has to think about is much more complicated.

[An Jing's Jiuli Army Master is most likely a fake, deliberately disguised fate]

In the Netherworld, the Nether Patrol used the identity of "Dachen's side" to patiently explain to the partners on the other side of the communication array: [We have tried our best to find out his true nature, but at present, this nature seems... more suitable for raising trees and farming.]

【you mean】

The inner ghost on the other side spoke calmly, with a hint of curiosity: [An Jing is not actually some evil god, but a god like the Wood Virtue Azure Dragon or the Eternal Azure Emperor? ]

[I can’t tell the difference between the Mingjing Sect and a small sect, but can I really tell the difference between the Mingjing Sect and the Imperial Court?]

【perhaps】

It was impossible for the Ghost Patrol to tell his true guess. He could also hear that his partner on the other side did not really trust him.

But there is no other way. Can I tell the other party that An Jing might be the destiny... and might be the 'natural master'?
but……

[Are naturalists also responsible for planting trees? 】

He wondered: [This sounds more like something created out of nothing... Especially those strange saplings, where did they come from? Could it be that they were really given by heaven? Or were they exchanged by Jin Yuantian? But I didn't find anything similar in the exchange list...]

【Whatever】

Shaking his head, the Ghost Patrol Envoy did not think much about it: [Rather than letting my imagination run wild, I should take the initiative to see what is going on over there.]

Just as An Jing thought, because he did nothing, for a while, the Mingjing Sect was in turmoil and undercurrents surged among the various peaks.

"Hey."

Behind the scenes, Chen Yinzi, who had been keeping an eye on Mingguang Peak and was afraid that something might happen to An Jing, was also quite surprised. He had been catching spies for such a long time, but they hadn't caused such a big stir in the sect. He couldn't help but sigh, "I never thought there was such a way to wait for the enemy to tire themselves out. However, only An Jing can use it. An old man like me would probably have to shut myself up for ten years to achieve a similar effect, and let a group of people curiously come to see if I'm dead or not."

"Master, someone will come to see what you said in three years at most."

On the other side, Ming and Guang were playing chess with Chen Yinzi. Their chess skills were equally matched. Xuan Yu Zhenren calmly made another move: "The reason why Junior Brother An is so popular is because everyone knows that a storm is coming. For example, Senior Uncle Biying, after learning about Junior Brother Su Ran's clues, he ran directly to the North Sea."

"When he comes back in a few days, he will definitely send someone, for example, Bai Luo, the direct descendant, to visit and give gifts, to express his gratitude for An Jing's actions in Hongta City, and to thank us indirectly."

"As for the other uncles and aunts, are they really silent? A new true disciple, especially one with such extraordinary talent as nephew An, would have attracted visits from all sides, and all the brothers would have come to try their hand. Otherwise, would they really go to the true disciple competition without knowing anything?"

"The competition is about testing each peak's bottom line. We must understand each other's basic strength and methods. Only in this way can we crack and counter each other's moves in a targeted manner. Only in this way can there be meaning in the competition and we can find each other's shortcomings, so as to avoid outsiders discovering our own weaknesses."

"Ha, eight peaks... now nine peaks."

Chen Yinzi also had a nostalgic look in his eyes: "That period of time was indeed a time when we improved our skills..."

The relationship between the true disciples of Mingjing Sect is actually quite harmonious, and the peaks often cooperate in actions. Not to mention other things, people from the four peaks often come to ask for help with alchemy, talismans, formations and fighting techniques, and of course the relationship becomes good as a result of the exchanges.

But good relationships do not mean that competition is not fierce. Only the most outstanding true disciples can win the title of the leader and get more luck - especially since everyone is a warrior, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, so they instinctively want to decide who is better. Not to mention, there are also some extremely talented inner disciples who want to be famous. Apart from the inner competition, they can only become famous in an instant by challenging true disciples and winning. For this, the peaks will never suppress them, but encourage them instead, so as to urge them to avoid those who think they can eat from the same pot for the rest of their lives by becoming lazy and stagnant.

Up to now, in the tens of thousands of years of history of Mingjing Sect, the number of true disciples who have been overthrown by inner sect geniuses is nearly ten thousand, with an average of one every few years. It can only be said that there are always hidden pearls in this world.

The outside world was in turmoil and undercurrents were surging, but An Jing himself sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, slowly transforming Mingguang Peak.

Time flies, ten days passed, and it was another sunset. The twilight was dimming, and the green light on the top of Mingguang Peak was still reaching into the sky, like a firefly between heaven and earth. The white mountain stood between heaven and earth, attracting attention from all directions.

Halfway up the mountain, Yan Kui has cleared out a large platform as a martial arts training ground, with dozens of pavilions built around it, connected by plank roads. Each pavilion draws water from the Mingguang Lake on the peak, which can be used for spiritual practice, alchemy, drawing talismans, etc. Even if the water is not used, it can be stored as hard currency, and it can be regarded as the salary and food distributed to disciples by Mingguang Peak.

Halfway down the mountain, there are various functional facilities.

The library, treasure room, lecture platform, spirit gathering room, dining hall, medicine pavilion… naturally, they have all the things that other peaks have.

An Jing made a backup here of all the classics and skills he collected from the Tianyuan Realm and other places, including several martial arts formations he developed himself, including [Return to Yantu] and [Swinging Snow Blade]. If An Jing develops any other formations in the future, they will also be placed here, and he will teach them one by one according to the needs of each disciple.

As for the treasure room, it is mainly used to store various heavy weapons from the Tianyuan Realm that An Jing cannot use at the moment but are still somewhat useful. It is called a treasure room, but in essence it is An Jing's super arsenal. An Jing also plans to train his fellow disciples so that they can master the sword boxes and various weapons. By then, if any fools see that Mingguang Peak is not strong enough and want to invade, the super weapons from another world will teach them a good lesson on what heavy firepower suppression is!

The lecture platform is actually where An Jing teaches the children of disasters and sorts out his own thoughts. This is how spiritual practice works. When practicing by yourself, you may think that some questions can be skipped because of your own assumptions. However, if you want to explain the knowledge clearly to others, you need to understand it more deeply.

The Spirit Gathering Room is currently just an empty shell. Among the Sons of Disaster, most of them are good at fighting, probably because of An Jing's words and deeds and careful teaching. Only a few are proficient in formations, or only a few are interested but have not started to learn. Yan Kui naturally does not know how to set up this kind of formation. It's not that they can't do it, but it's not in the database - other Tianyuan Realm formation masters still have to eat!

"It seems that we need to find an opportunity to ask Huo Qing to come over and set up some spirit gathering arrays."

An Jing never minded letting his companions know that he could connect the two worlds, especially since Huo Qing was his companion star, recognized by the Heavenly Dao, and his future potential was guaranteed. Naturally, he wanted to let his brother practice more: "Also, there are a lot of various formation books in the Mingjing Sect. I will find some time to collect them and teach them all to him. He will definitely grow faster."

An Jing is generous and willing to give away anything he has to the sect. He will not be shy about it either, as the sect’s things are his!

As for the Alchemy Pavilion, there is currently no one among the Sons of Disaster who is good at making elixirs. Gu Yeqi is good at medicinal materials, but the spiritual fields have not been cultivated yet, so he has to find a chance to eradicate those demons and monsters.

The opportunity is coming soon. When all parties can no longer bear to test each other, An Jing will make a move and give everyone a fair and open "shock".

Just as An Jing was thinking about when to find time to go to the Dharma Hall on Jinghuang Peak, he suddenly raised his head and took out a small jade-framed mirror from his arms, which represented the true teachings of the Mingjing Sect. "Hmm? Is there anyone here?"

Every true disciple of the Mingjing Sect will receive his own token, and most of them are mirrors, which are also the magical tools for people in the Mingjing Sect to communicate with each other. Some of them can even log into the Dharma Hall to browse some low-privilege magic and martial arts and news about the world written by the Mingjing Sect.

An Jing paid close attention to the news so that he could know the major events in the world, so he set up an emergency alert, which would sound a ringtone when there was important news - for example, there was another fight in Dachen and the south - but today was not one of them.

A series of visiting cards from various peaks poured into An Jing's communication mirror.

"what."

When An Jing saw these messages, he couldn't help but raise his lips: "Finally you can't hold it anymore?"

(End of this chapter)